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Adzes - Engraver
08:34
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There is a weakness in the flesh
A poisoned splinter steals our breath
At first gently, still unknown
In time pain cracks the bone
As cold descends
Nausea without end
Engrave these words upon your heart
It doesn't matter how virtuous you are
Our bodies all are doomed to fail
How fragile is this mortal veil
Pierced by steel in fullest flood
Introduce the poison into blood
It attacks you and your cancer
Hope this kills it slightly faster
Engrave these words upon your heart
It doesn't matter how fortunate you are
Our bodies all will cease, will halt
How or when, it's not your fault
Death is our fate
Our graves await
Be not afraid
Be not ashamed
Our loves remain
Our hearts engraved
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Lifeless and alien
Bodies a poisonous red
They murder their creators
Furtive daggers in willing hands
They pursue the living
They trample the dead
Unleashed by the acts
Of a thousand pallid functionaries
Who stand perplexed
Palms upraised
A chorus of doubt
Behind gilded masks
A thousand blind machinists
Each responsible for a piece
Of this effort that leads
To this machine of slaughter
Yet my hands are among
Those of the guilty
This is my hand on the knife
Furtive daggers in the night
How could I have known
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Adzes - The Impulse
06:52
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Everywhere I turn
Systems decay
Smoke in the air
Disease on the lips
I repeat empty motions
My hands turn to fists
To prevent any more
From escaping my grip
Corrupted
The flesh rots off the bone
Corrupted
The failing structure exposed
Corrupted
The blind need to control
Corrupted
No gods, no masters
I tell myself, sure
But still these bastards
Control my future
Can I escape?
Would that be right?
And what about those left behind?
I don't know where to turn
Desperation
Our hearts become bricks
Despair takes root within
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Cursed by Birth
Music and Lyrics by Marie McAuliffe
Another day of the trudge
A hunched limp carries them
Like thrall marching into
The belly of the machine
Absent of humanity
Itemized and systematized
Stripped down to 7 digits
That’s all you are to them
You dare tell me I’m free
You dare call this a life
They take a third of my day
Yet leave scraps for pay
Stability but a fantasy
A pleasure for those born golden
A home, heat, and rest from hunger
A pleasure for those carry the burden
A fast grip on that little ledge
Is all we have to hold us
As fingers on the leather ledger
Mark your labor’s worth
I yearn to taste freedom
But have been cursed by birth
As fingers on the leather ledger
Mark your labor’s worth
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In a Growing Sun
Music by Trevor Van Hook and Marie McAuliffe
Lyrics by Marie McAuliffe
The world is swallowed in a growing sun
As the horse of famine gallops
The beast of capital follows
And where his tracks start
The black horse of death wallows
With war in his left hand
And pestilence in the right
The beast commands the world
All have fallen before its might
You dare call this stage late
As the machine reaches its peak
It’s merely the beginning
Of a future barren and bleak
Bleak
Bleak
Bleak
Bleak
Bleak is the sky all red with fire
As cities are frozen by pure avarice
Why prevent the flames of destruction
When disaster was capital’s construction
Blind swipes of the reaper’s scythe
Curved blade, harvester of life
As all the grain wastes away
And waves break the quay
Floods run from tears of ice
Filling the world’s rolling dice
Gamblind flesh against profit
Where no cost wills forfeit
And still that machine will run beyond the end
The seas are awash with acid and plastic
Their currents shall shift and twist
Two degrees until its catastrophic
And still that beast will persist
Upon the ruins the beast will build
With blood and bone and steel
Never will its thirst be filled
Or stop to give time to heal
Bleak is the sky from ash
As the fire has consumed the world
Why prevent the flames of destruction
When disaster was capital’s construction
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